Sitting here at Smokey Swallows, I'm somehow reminded of being at the concert of an aging rockstar. Interesting, a little syncopated and just a touch too loud.

Generally speaking, I love jazz and this is no exception. These guys are good, heavy even. If I were the type I would even be tempted to call them hip cats.

It's really not their fault the venue is a bit too small - with the result that I'm forced to invent a new word "jazzed". Meaning I'm being jazzed to my gills, like having little jazz nails hammered into my skull.

Perhaps wine would be a good accompaniment.